Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 167
"Fan, Fan, Fan Fucheng"

Jia She's pupils shrank and he instantly recognized the identity of the person coming.
The former Fan Fucheng of Zhan Shifu!

"Oh, I didn't expect that. I didn't expect that Marquis Rong would still remember me, a humble official." Fan Mansion Cheng looked at Jia She who was trembling with fear with a smile, feeling an indescribable joy.

I, a loyal minister of the Eastern Palace, risked his own life and took the young prince with him in the deep mountains and forests and suffered so much.
And what about you, the one who betrays the Lord?The life of a popular spicy drinker in the gentle countryside has been extremely corrupt, and he has even restored the title of Marquis Rong!

Jia She Jia Enhou, you really deserve to die!
"Brother Enhou, what mistake did I make to make Brother Enhou so disgusted that he doesn't want to get close to me?" Fan Fucheng laughed and walked towards Jia She who was shrinking back into the corner. , the closer he got to Jia She, the more wild his laughter became.

"Don't come here. It's all my fault. I should have committed suicide when my father locked me up. I deserve to die!"

"Then you are going to die!"

"Uh"

Jia She, who was holding his head and crying just now, was stunned for a moment, blinking at Fan Fucheng who stopped in front of him.

"What, you can't do it? That's not possible. In order to fulfill your wish, Brother Enhou, let Fan do it for you!" Before he finished speaking, Fan Fucheng took out his sword and looked at it solemnly. Looking at the dumbfounded Jia She, he couldn't help but get excited.
"Come on, come on, brother Enhou, please lower your head, otherwise I won't be able to cut your neck. As soon as I can't see your neck, I will stab you. If I can't kill you with one stab, I will definitely stab you with many knives."

Just as he was talking, Fan Fucheng put the sword against Jia She's neck. He was already frightened, but after feeling the sudden coolness on his neck, he was even more frightened to the point of tears.
"Fan Fucheng, Mr. Fan, don't be like this, I even bought you a drink!" Jia She trembled and began to play the emotional card with Fan Fucheng.

"Ah, yes, yes, you did treat me to a meal, so I have to repay the favor, right? Don't worry, my sword is very fast, you can just endure it and pass, and you will be loyal to the late emperor. , How wonderful, don’t you think so? Lower your head!”

"Don't kill me. My son is a Taiwei, and I am also a Ronghou. If you kill me, you will definitely not survive."

"Really? That's great! I didn't expect that I would see the late emperor again so soon."

Fan Fucheng seemed to have heard some good news, his eyes suddenly became fanatical, and he raised his knife to chop Jia She to death.
"Don't kill, don't kill, don't kill me!!"

Holding the floor with both hands, he kept backing up, but he still couldn't escape the sharp edge that was always attached to his neck. Jia She seemed to have resigned himself to his fate and closed his eyes in despair.
"Hey, hehe, hahahaha!"

The imagined pain did not appear, but the laughter of the man holding the knife slowly turned from suppressed to loud laughter.

Jia She opened his eyes carefully, and Fan Fucheng was looking at him teasingly, constantly laughing.

"Haha, Jia She, Jia Enhou! Jia You's bastard, you are really a bastard. You usually bring shame to Xian Rongguo."

Jia She had a sullen face and did not answer.

"Oh, I forgot, I forgot. You bunch of betrayers were imprisoned by that old guy. Not only did you lose your future, you also lost your superior title, hehehe."

Fan Fucheng kept humiliating Jia She, but Jia She still lowered his head and said nothing, as if he wanted to spit on his face.

Seeing that Jia She didn't respond, Fan Fucheng cursed secretly and stopped humiliating Jia She.

"That's all, your life is still useful, I don't want to waste it!"

Fan Fucheng suddenly yelled at Jia She, who quickly stood up.

"Brother Enhou, the time has come to be loyal to the late emperor. The prince needs you now!"

"Prince? Prince Yizhong?" Jia She looked confused.

"Hehe, don't you know? It's not the young master, it's the prince, another heir of the late emperor!" Fan Fucheng chuckled.

"What? Another heir? But isn't the Second Highness already?" Jia She looked at Fan Fucheng in shock and quickly walked to him to ask.

"Uh-huh, we hoped it would be some of the royal highnesses in the palace, but unfortunately, no, the current prince was raised in the courtyard next to Chongwen Gate. The outer chamber. However, he also inherited the heroic appearance of the late emperor, and he carried the utensils. Yu Xuanang has the style of the late emperor."

Then he wrote endlessly to Jia She about how the young prince was so wise, so powerful, and so on.
Jia She even realized that this so-called little prince was a fool.
"Ahem, I won't say any more nonsense. Brother Enhou, your Jia family will definitely not be able to escape! Let me tell you the truth, before your eldest brother Jia Jing passed away, he continued to provide money, food and supplies to our East Palace."

"What?" Jia She quickly pretended to be frightened.

"Yes, yes, Jia Shaozhan was really a loyal minister of the late emperor. After the prince heard about Shaozhan's death, he was extremely sad and cried in the room all day.
In order to commend Shao Zhanshi for his contribution to the East Palace, the Crown Prince personally gave Shao Zhanshi a posthumous title, Ning Zhongyi Gong!He also gave posthumously to the first-grade Ronglu doctor and the minister of household affairs!How about it, are you worthy of the Jia family?
Thank you very much, Prince! "Fan Fucheng looked at Jia She as if your Jia family had made a lot of money.

"Huh?" Jia She was stunned for a moment.

It’s really just a white wolf with empty gloves.
"Huh? Why, you think this posthumous gift is not good?" Seeing Jia She standing there in a daze and refusing to thank him, Fan Fucheng was furious and raised his knife to chop him.

"Thank you, sir."

"It's the prince!"

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you, Crown Prince, for your kindness!" The tip of the knife was pointed at Jia She's throat. Jia She couldn't help but talk. Jia She's legs went weak and he hit the ground with his knees. Kowtow in the direction pointed by Fan Fucheng.
"Oh, okay, okay, ten bites is enough, it's time to get down to business!"

After saying that, Fan Fucheng picked up Jia She and threw him on the chair.

"Brother Enhou, you also know that the failure of the rebellion was a major crime against the Nine Clan. Zhongyi Gong delivered money and food to the East Palace regardless of rain or shine. After so many years, as the person who donated the most money and food, the Crown Prince was ready to replace the late emperor and confer him the title of The Secretary of the Ministry of Finance is here"

"So, so..." Jia She said tremblingly.

"So, your Jia family can't escape, and neither can the Taiwei. If you want to blame, just blame Jia Jing. Your Jia family must wholeheartedly help the prince regain his throne and rectify the name of the late emperor!

If not, you nine clans will be reunited in the underworld." Fan Fucheng looked at Jia She's eyes wide open and his mouth wide open, he was very happy.
"Ah, by the way, the son of Duke Zhongyi, the current head of your Jia family, Brother Zhen! We have already been in contact with him on the way back to Jinling with his coffin, and he has been loyal to the prince for a while. , saying that he will continue to shine for the East Palace and support his family."

This little beast!

Jia She almost lost his breath and fell down on the chair and breathed heavily for a while before he recovered.

"Alas" Jia She sighed and smiled bitterly as if he had resigned himself to his fate.

"Tell me, Lord Fan, what do you want me to do?" Jia She raised his head and asked Fan Fucheng with a bitter look on his face. "Simple, too simple for the Jia family. We have a few young people who want to make progress and want to enter the officialdom to practice. I think Jingying is good. Oh, by the way, officials who are less than the commander of the first battalion will not do it. Ah, you have to make it clear to Jia Hui! Also, you first ask your eldest son to send 500 taels of silver to the East Palace. No, [-] million taels of silver are coming, and you must also try your best to collect medicinal materials, food and the like."

As he spoke, Fan Fucheng took out a list, slapped it on the desk, and clicked on it with his fingertips.

Hiss. They can even think of letting the current captain take advantage of them. These people are really crazy!
After observing Fan Fucheng's current mental state, he carefully recalled his character when he was still in the East Palace. In addition, no matter what happened, they would not send a madman over there to contact the Jia family.
But in Jia She's view, this man's personality has changed drastically and is close to going crazy. He is now very unconscious, and he can't even figure out the importance of his eldest son Jia Hui in the court.

It can be seen from this that the mental state of the remnants of the East Palace hidden in the Qinling Mountains has changed.
All crazy!

"Okay, okay, I will weigh the pros and cons with my son."

"You are his father, Jia Hui dare not listen to what you say!"

"Yes, yes, I will definitely make him the late emperor and loyal to the crown prince!"

"Okay, you are worthy of being the old man of Zhan Shifu! You common man, okay!"

Fan Fucheng looked at Jia She approvingly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Hehe, hehe." Jia She smiled at him.

"Okay, it's settled, I'm leaving."

Fan Fucheng put away the knife and smiled at Jia She who was slumped in the chair.

"Ah, by the way, brother, I'm tight on money lately, give me some money!"

"Ah, don't, don't, don't draw the knife, I'll give it, can't I give it?"

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Jia She quickly took out his pocket and handed him the 3000 taels of silver notes inside.

"You sent the beggar!"

"I'll give you these first, and I'll look for them later!"

"Go!"

at last
Jia Shecheng stood up in fear, walked to the bookshelf and started rummaging, then turned around and threw the banknotes he found on the table.

Fan Fucheng folded them up one by one as if he had never seen money before. Unknowingly, his hand had left the handle of the knife.

"Hehe, 100 taels, 300 taels, 900 taels, and there is one with 5000 taels, tsk tsk. As expected of Brother Enhou, he is rich."

Without saying a word, Jia She took out all the banknotes from the hidden compartments, and gradually walked to the center of the bookshelf.
He opened the small boxes disguised as book boxes and took out banknotes one after another. From time to time, gold and silver were also taken out.

When he first heard the collision, Fan Fucheng immediately threw the banknotes on the table and drew a knife to warn him. However, when he saw Jia She taking pieces of gold and silver out of the small box and placing them on the table, he gradually became accustomed to the collision with hard objects. The sound of touching the box.
There was another sound of a hard object hitting the box, and then there was no sound.Fan Fucheng knew that another box had been emptied.

So he raised his head and looked towards Jia She, wanting to see what good thing this prodigal thing had pulled out, but he found a black hole with the muzzle facing him.
Crack!

That was the sound of flint igniting gunpowder and the projectile exiting the barrel!

Snapped!
The bullet hit Fan Fucheng right between the eyebrows, killing him instantly. He grabbed the banknote and an intact gold ingot and fell straight to the ground.
call.
If you didn't have time to reload the firecracker hanging on your waist on weekdays, would you still be able to scare me?

Fortunately, I have a spare pistol here that I can fire every other day and reload.
Next time I will definitely bring a loaded gun with me!

. . . . . .

Hearing the sound of gunshots, the guards who entered the study yard to check the situation finally found the assassin killed by the master himself. They were so frightened that everyone cried for their mothers and went to the Zuo Army Governor's Mansion to find the master.
Soon, Jia Hui, who had just returned to the Governor's Mansion from Xiyuan and had not yet warmed up his chair, got on his horse and rode back to his home.

"Oh, son, you almost couldn't see your old father. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Finally meeting his backbone, Jia She couldn't bear it anymore. He lay on the bed and held Jia Hui's hand and started crying.

Jia Hui glanced at the people around him, and quickly turned back to take care of the crying Jia She.

A circle of idle people around him also walked out of the room consciously.

Normally, things like helping a drunken gentleman and helping him get out of the car are invisible if you don't have the eyesight to see them. At most, you just get scolded.But this is obviously because the master wants to discuss private matters with the uncle. If he doesn't leave, will he think he has lived too long?

"Dad, what happened? Why was he stabbed for no reason?" Jia Hui was particularly confused.

Given his own power, it is reasonable for him to be assassinated. To put it bluntly, it is rare that a high-ranking official like himself has never been assassinated. If he did not experience two or three assassinations in a month, Jia Hui would think that he had lost his power.
But Jia She's assassination left Jia Hui confused. What could he, an old dandy, do to assassinate?
What are you trying to do with him?Doesn't his liver or kidneys work well?

"Then, the little prince saw that Jia Jing's money and food were gone, and the operation could not continue, so he sent people down the mountain to contact us. He also wanted to kill our Jia family, especially our Jia family with nothing. You get involved."

"Wait a minute, Dad, are you saying that it was the remnants of the East Palace who sent people to recruit us?"

What kind of operation is this?Don’t you know what kind of bear you are?Also recruiting me
"That's what happened. Those people have gone crazy. They must have been greatly stimulated when they were defeated in the war. In the past few years, they have been pushed too hard by the matter of regaining the throne. They are driving them crazy."

"Dad, crazy rebels are also rebels. We can't let them go just because they are old acquaintances."

"I know, I just feel emotional. Things are different and people are different."

Jia She lay down again and looked up at the roof, his eyes blurred.

It seems that I have returned to the East Palace of that year. The young master who is determined to make Daqi a better place, Wei Ci who is open-mouthed and likes to shout and sing, and the elder brother Jing who always looks like he has the pearls of wisdom in his hands, always It’s Fan Fucheng, a high-spirited guy with a smile like a spring breeze...

There is also the one who is always late every day because of his lack of skills and always wants to leave work early to drink wine.
(End of this chapter)